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Organized Mental Crime
05:33
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Criminal scheme inside of me
The syndicate decides who lives and who dies
Vertically, I'm up way too high
I don't understand this world no more, won't try
Criminal scheme, it's just a bad dream
A nightmare of the modern day suicide that we all endure
It's just bad business
The politics you play just to get fuckin' by
Just to fuckin' survive
Ultimate sacrifice
Criminal scheme
Criminal scheme is my only masterplan
I won't be the deserter
I'm taking your empire down
I won't be the deserter down
I'm taking these dregs on down...
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Practice What You Leech
06:45
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Everybody's takin' except you
I guess you should sink down to their level and get what you want
Well, I have some prophecy signed and set in stone
Here comes the rub, you're gonna die alone
You gotta practice what you leech
Hands all over my neighbors mind and things
Take it slow but take it
It's beyond me but I'll hum along...in hymn
To anything said and shown
You gotta practice what you leech
You got a best friend? Fine! Kill them and take what is mine
Take it slow but take it all by force
Not even showing a single sign of remorse
This is the new world and I don't think that I want it
You gotta practice what you leech
Forget your preachin' 'cause the whole world's dumb and deaf and I can't rise it
We breed anything but genius out here
Stupidity is now
We breed anything but genius out here
The blinder the better, the dumb is what's fitted with a crown
They rise to the top and this is their breeding ground
We breed anything but genius out here.
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The Steeple Is Falling
05:27
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The steeple is fallin'
Somethin' is callin'
The world's on the slide again straight down
Isolated, so much hatred
We can no longer ask our brothers and sisters for help
The wires and the spires have come unglued in this miserable world
Somethin' is broken
Nobody jokin'
Smiles are strangled anymore
I file all these predetermined documentations
Who the hell is makin' all these violent accusations?
Now there's a million people tryin' and cryin' for help
Criminal ways born from debt and decay on the shelf
I don't even really know what you're tryin' to do
I just chalk it up to years of misspent youth
Putrid decayin' world...putrid decayin' world...
It's gone...it's gone...the planet that we knew is gone
Gone...gone...the planet that we knew is gone.
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Pulled Guts
05:19
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It was a clear cut case of really bad decisions that took on a life of their own
We celebrated like idiots over nothing real
We've lost the ability to feel
It was pulled from our guts and displayed all over town
Our screams weren't even tangible sounds
No one cared, nobody at all
Lest of all me, lest of all you
It's gone.
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Down In The Deadlands
02:01
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(Additional vocals / lyrics: Graham MacSkimming)
I went down in the deadlands at a quarter of 3
I snort some pile of junk and then that junk snorts me
I couldn't rise, I couldn't live, I had to leave town
The only way I knew was straight down
There is no hope and the old man died
White to the touch, I peeled off his side
Incites a monster with one blinking eye
The human collective longs to die
I gotta find my way somewhere up above
I've done nothin' I can to unleash this world fucked up
I know, I know a measure of love...
I know, I know a measure of love
Slay the soul!!
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Eater Of Self
17:31
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Eater of selves
To make your name
A godless thread unties deadly games
Lonely savant washes shame
Fall from mountains to watery grave
It's a lonely road to be the chosen one
I chose myself over everyone
A wrench in my progress to adjust a blinding sun
To be bleak and blackened as my lungs
You gave me nothin'
Sometimes much less
Just a stolen life
Poisoned breath
An all-seeing eye
You took from the bank
Drain me out
Gold and silver specks
I threw my life into a world of hate
Another woe, begotten hand of fate, that I'm dealt
Fortune gone in blue sky flames
The earth wins and kills the fake
Culls all life
Organs spayed, sexually lunging for petty space
Blues skies gone for this dirty race
Silently blow this vultured landscape
Death... was weak to try
It can't hold out long with the human flies
The stench of shit, it is strong
Yes, it stains even those not wronged
Don't walk on my grave cause I'm gone
I don't want to believe in a god gone wrong
I threw my life into a world of hate...
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